Happiness is a derivative of life: in directly aiming to achieve it, it can be diminished. The serenity of happiness follows not from the pursuit of it; it stems rather from an accumulation of pleasurable moments. Yes, it is cliché, but the little things really do make up our existence.
One such nothingness of my life that I cannot overlook is the memory of a joyful autumn day from November 2013. A school field trip to Montreal’s Salon des métiers d’arts automatically started the day off on a positive note. Beyond that, I had a day full of fooling around and roaming through the colorful world of artistry, all in one place, all with two special people by my side. My sister and one of my friends and I faced our final year of high school together, as most of our other friends had graduated the year before. We clung to each other, becoming inseparable at school… but the year had just begun. What would the future hold? What did it matter? We became masters of living in the present, and that day at Place Bonaventure was one of those on-the-spot, impulsive shots of happiness.
In honour of our graduating year, we bought ourselves matching rings at the Salon. Curvy like the ocean waves, our rings demonstrate how our lives simply swirled together, loosely, creating a tight bond. Full of different blues, like the ocean, our rings remind me of our many shared travels, from Prince Edward Island, to Wildwood, NJ; bringing to me the sounds of summer and the simple happiness of sand between your toes – every time I look at that otherwise ordinary piece of jewelry.
katherine willcocks 